Loose hips,
Wet Lips,
Green Eyes that hypnotize,
Ex-cocktail waitress/manicurist,
Missy’s momma,
Angie’s friend,
Kristy’s sister,
Nights that don’t end.
Rolling Stones,
An off-the-hook phone,
Hip-hugger jeans,
It seems that yesterday you were a baby.
With long blond hair,
And that haunting stare,
You see in your Jenny’s eyes.
And Stephanie’s smirk,
I can still see it lurk,
In your smile,
But mostly your lies.
Rock-n-roll ballerina,
Yukon Jack or a shot of tequila,
Chicken casseroles,
Whose recipe?
I don’t know.
You should know just how much I miss you.